Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from New Zealand and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Scott Walker to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lyres,
Can,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Smiths,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Duran Duran,
Rosa Yemen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Holt,
MC5,
DJ Sneak,
Reagan Youth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soft Cell,
Jandek,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roger Hodgson,
Oneida,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thee Headcoats,
The Residents,
Y Pants,
Charles Mingus,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang of Four,
the Soft Cell,
The United States of America,
Soft Machine,
Cheater Slicks,
The Slits,
The Moody Blues,
Procol Harum,
Qualms,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cybotron,
The Neon Judgement,
cv313,
EPMD,
PIL,
Avey Tare,
Basic Channel,
Smog,
Barrington Levy,
Stereo Dub,
Little Man,
Eli Mardock,
Ponytail,
Gregory Isaacs,
Johnny Clarke,
Anakelly,
Reuben Wilson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kerri Chandler,
China Crisis,
B.T. Express,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joey Negro,
Derrick May,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Spandau Ballet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.